Dopishmon's dildo business was failing. No. It was dead.
So he had to find a new way to make his money or he wont be able to buy the ingredients for the hairy bikers to make his favourite meal. Paella.
Ah that beautiful accent of theirs could make him cum just by saying the word lamb chops.
Oohh but that thought of tender lamb chops gave dopishmon an idea.
It may not be the best thing to do but it was his only option.
So dopishmon went down to smithy's a bought the kinkiest lamb costume he could find.
Even though jesus would be ashamed of this, dopishmon walked out of smithys with pride instead of a 5p plastic bag because he cant afford it.
His only option was prostitution.
A/N: Well I haven't updated this since may (my birthday I think) but I'm finally carrying it on because why the fuck not.
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THE SECRET LIFE OF DOPISHMON.
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